Wow, had a gooood dream last night. Trippy and committable that is anyway.
I don’t know how it started out, but myself, Foz, and Engel were driving back from somewhere in Foz’s car. He was driving, and his attention drifted for a second or two and the car went onto the shoulder, hitting a young guy who was walking beside the road! Instead of just smunching him outright, the guy ended up on the hood of the car, very much alive, and hanging out as we continued on at full speed down the road. For some reason it took a very very long time to get brian to slow down! He was concerned about hitting the brakes too hard or something, I don’t know, but he kept on going at the same speed down the road. At some point I got onto the back of the car (no idea how I did that) and got a wrist lock on this fellow. Eventually Foz finally slowed down and stopped. Dude was alright, and the other two just figured it was ok to go. I asked dude if he wanted to go to the hostpital, and he shakily replied “yes.”
Fast forward a bit, and I told this story all over, to the police. That’s why it sounds so weird to tell it here now, as I feel like I’ve already been over it twice already.
I’m visiting the police, a friend of mine I think, who is at a large house where there’s a party for a bunch of members, who are all hanging around and chatting. As the party winds down I have no way to get home, but someone leaves a car for me to drive. Well, “car” isn’t the exact word for it.
Take your standard police cruiser. Now turn it into a stretch limo. Got that? Ok, now fill that up with cool gagets and electric bits. now put wings on it and make it a air machine. Oh, and the controls for flying it? They are circa 1914.
My friend helps me get used to it, which is very hard for some reason. There is no “pilot seat” per se, and there’s just a window in the front to look out. I’ve never flown before, so I’m scared shitless at the prospect of killing myself as well. The controls like I said are medievil at best. There are two handles that control the rudder, which I use to get lined up with the bumpy gravel road that the house is on the end of. At first I don’t even remember seeing a stick, but finally I see it, a short stubby thing sticking out of the floor. The up and down motion is controlled by ballast, and that is done with a large pot of water. At one point in my maneuvering to get lined up I tipped the pot over, and had to get my friend to get a re-fill.
Finally things were all ready to go everything was lined up, and all was good. I had no clue how to land, but was fully prepared to go and do this to go home. At a point I woke up, then thought to myself, “I want to see how this ends,” and closed my eyes again. As I was preparing to hit the throttle forward though, my friend helping me came around the front of the plane and said that while everything was good to go, the color of the propeller, was… red! I guess that meant that it was a test prop, and not actually able to fly with (like how practice rounds are marked with blue in the military (well, the movies anyway)). That pretty much ended things, in my dream at least. Around then I woke up and came out here to write it all down.